Cherry Pie

I want to tell her to come for me. I want to tell her make that pretty little cunt cream all over my tongue, but I’ll be damned if I pull away from eating her, even to say a single word. So, I just keep dragging my tongue over her, swirling it around her clit as I suck it between my lips. My hands tighten on her thighs, her tummy clenches, her legs squeeze against me, and her mouth falls open.

“Marshall!”

I suck at her clit as my tongue swirls around it, and suddenly, she explodes.

Suddenly, she’s mine.

Kendall cries out, the orgasm rippling through her and twisting and clenching her body as she comes hard against my tongue. I lick her right through it, groaning into her, pinning her to the couch as I drink down her honey and just keep on teasing her clit right into another climax. She whimpers, writhing under me, bucking into my mouth as she comes again and again, until my chin is drenched in her juices and her eager little pussy is spasming against my tongue.

And suddenly, headlights flood through the windows to the driveway.

Kendall shrieks just about as hard as my heart jumps into my throat. She springs from the couch, her eyes wild and her shoulders panting—both with her orgasm and the shock of Amy’s car pulling up to the house.

“I—oh fuck!” She yanks her sundress down, whirling like she’s about to flee the room. Before suddenly, she stops, turns, and launches herself right into me. Her lips crush to mine, and I know damn well she can taste her pussy on my lips, but damn if she doesn’t kiss me slow and deep, her tongue swiping over my lips hungrily, tasting herself before she pulls away.

Our eyes lock, fire blazing between us, before suddenly, she whirls and springs from the room.

I stand there stunned—stunned, rock hard, and lost, before reason takes over. I swear at the sound of Amy’s car door outside, and I’m about to run out of the room myself to go get cleaned up, when I spot something white. I glance down and grin hungrily.

Kendall’s panties.

I snatch them up and dart from the room, snagging a bottle of bourbon from the bar cart on the way out before I take the stairs to my wing of the house two at a time. I slump against my bedroom door when I’m finally inside—panting, reeling, and addicted.

I glance at the bottle in my hands and scowl.

Fuck the whiskey. I want to get drunk off of her. I want the taste of her on my tongue. I want it everywhere.

I want more of Kendall Shaw. I want every fucking part of her. And I want it now.

Chapter 6

Kendall

Everything is buzzing. My ears ring. My face burns. My body aches in the most delicious way. And the heat between my thighs is so powerful that my legs shake as I stumble and tumble back to the spare room that I’ve taken over next to Amy’s bedroom. I slam the door shut just as I hear her coming hollering that she’s home from downstairs, and my pulse thunders.

That. Just. Happened.

Mr. Bane, the man I’ve lusted after ever since I knew what wanting a man was, just spread my legs, tore my panties off, and put his mouth all fucking over me. It feels so wicked and sinful, and so fucking good that I can’t decide if I want to scream or just plain explode. I sink to the ground, my back against the door and my legs squeezed tight together.

Shit, where the hell are my panties?

I cringe, hoping to God they’re under the couch, or that Mr. B found them.

Fuck, I’m so, so wet. I’m so wet I almost wonder if I’m leaving a freaking puddle on the ground under me. I can feel it slick on my thighs, coating my lips along with the phantom memories of his touch there—of his hands on my thighs and his tongue dragging so perfectly over my pussy.

I’ve never even come close to coming like that. Not even the nights where I’ve spent hours under the covers, edging myself along until I scream into my pillow. Not even the times on the video chat, touching myself under my panties for my mystery man—the man who I was both terrified of and totally in lust with.

Except that man is the man I’ve crushed on since I was little. That man is the man who just pinned me to the couch and swirled his tongue around my clit until I saw fucking stars.

That man is my best friend’s dad, and I just came on his tongue.

The sound of Amy running up the stairs has my heart jumping into my throat, and I jump to my feet and away from the door just as she bangs it open. My friend has never been one for knocking.